Troubled Heart:

They ask me how I’m doing, I tell them I’m fine,

Then from the night comes a glimmering light,

A bright glow emanates from the back of the room,

At first I ignore it, but later I find I can’t help but look,

I turn around and for the first time I saw you,

There you stood chatting with friends, here I stand frozen,

Such a beauty about you one can not simply put into words,

As I try to ignore my emotions, my heart, I still look over at you,

It is then that time stops as you look over in my direction,

The seconds turn into hours, the hours to days and I am at peace,

My mind tells me to look away, my heart says keep looking,

The room is now blindingly white as you smile in my direction,

The primary systems come back online and I smile and turn away,

Cursed be my senses, you glance steals my breath,

May we meet again one day.